Peter S. Quinn Poems

There's a handful of earth in your hands ways
With its meadows so vast of its love too
And the ways that you are in molding clays
Everything multiplying to renew
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I have come to know this day
That was lost into the new
With its trees in summer's play
And the love I had for you
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I long for the tomorrow to come
With feelings ahead on the road aside
Like freshness aroma of its blossom
That into oblivion all too soon must hide
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Give me a song through autumn's air
To the desires I know
Come and be with me there
Before these hallucinations go
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Love me for what I’m now
Though you can’t more touch give
Let me feel you somehow
With a reason enough to live
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Life is just a song to sing
With a joyous chorus line
Get to it now - and start to spring
Let your heart be sunshine
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A love is like forest - a song in spring
Summer roses so red in the daydreams
River that flows in its ever going streams
Every bird of flower that for you shall sing
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Into the half empty sky
The night’s spinning themes
Flowing evenings to die
Into the red yellow dreams
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